Rant

I wont lie nor do I feel like I should lie. I havnt watched a baseball game in a while. A long while. And Ill be blunt: Its all because of steroids. But then again to be honest I have been less and less keen to watch most sports. Whether it’s the ‘roids or anything else there is too much scandal in sport nowadays.
Rafael Palmeiro ruined it for me. I am a D.C. boy, born and raised. So I rooted for the Os. Palmeiro was one of the good guys. Always there, always trust worthy, sure he took a break and went to the Rangers, but he came back. And when asked he flat out denied he used anything, only to be proved wrong.
That’s where it started. Baseball lost all interest to me. Basketball lost taste after Artest rushed the crowd. Plus with a postseason as long as the regular season why not just start paying attention in April instead of November. Oh yea, is the NHL even around even more? And if you really want to know, I am a soccer lover. The beautiful game cause it truly is, yet diving is uncontrollable. I will be pompous here as well by saying the MLS needs to change its format cause if 8 out of the 12 teams make the playoffs then you might have the 8th place team winning the cup (and its happened). Ridiculous (cause D.C. United should have the title).
Something needs to be done in the sports realm. How many players remember those days when they dreamed about playing in that big game? That they used to sleep in their pee-wee jerseys the day before the game. Did Big Mac and Sosa forget that their kids will one day ask them the same question that reporters do every day?
My suggestion: force every professional player in their respective sport to go to a youth game. Spend a day at those fields. Those very fields they grew up playing on. The field of my youth is in downtown D.C. with Stoddert Soccer. And calling it a field would be nice, it was a dust bowl, just compacted soil.
I come back to baseball because yet again another October is upon us. Which means that the Yankees are playing, it has been that way for most of my life (in the playoffs every year since 1995). Yet, the boys in pinstrips wont get my support, not sure if it’s the AL East hatred, or my father’s Red Sox blood in me, or that Steinbrenner who just throws money at the trophy. Maybe just maybe Jason Giambi’s mom will pick him up after a game and give him a little chat and remind him about what his dreams used to be.